SECOND LINE - FIRST LINE CHALLENGE SPROUT
And her words would hang there, like a dirty dishrag, for quite some time.
Fiction
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First Line Challenge
Words are not like bubbles- they are impossible to get rid of, once they reach the air.
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Heat, and a girl in a tree
It was the hottest day there had been for a while. There was nothing to do and it seemed like the world had gotten stuck on something that made it rub against itself before finally slowing to a stop.
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The Broken Flower
The city smelled like sunlight; that odd airy mix of dust and nothing else. It was hot. The cement made it hotter. Buildings lined the street. Their baroque facades rose above the carefully trimmed trees. -
Short story - Behind the Sofa
I didn’t mean to do it. I wasn’t planning on lying that day, but that pesky cat ruined it all for me. I was helping an old woman clean out her basement. Sure, I was getting paid, but I still enjoyed working for her. It gave me some purpose. -
Sea, Salt, and Sun
There's something about the heat, the nasty, sticky, burningness of it all, that seems to intrigue people.
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God is Like the Wind
Today the salty breeze sweeps through my window from the west. It’s bitter and sharp. The walls of my room are white painted daub. There is a small bed in the corner covered in a beautiful tapestry woven in deep greens, blues, and reds. -
Coffee Covered Glasses
I looked like a puppy as I waited for my friend to arrive. Standing by the window, too alert for a Friday morning, trying to listen and watch and check my phone all at the same time. -
The daughter of a weaver
Sweya was the daughter of a weaver. -
Spoken Word- Challenge
Spoken word poetry is when the author verbally presents their piece. Different emotions, effective pauses and changes in tone can all help bring the poem to life and make it leap around. -
Calculus
There are curves in calculus. Lots of curves. You have to calculate infinity multiple times. It is a bit redundant. Complicated things are often variations of the same thing. I dropped calculus. -
The Bad Children
His name was Walter.
He had been named after his grandfather. There was the original Walter, and then Walter Junior,
which was him. His first memories: blinding light. The drone of words. A sharp cry- an